Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough,
That sometime grew within this learned man.
Faustus is gone: regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise,
Only to wonder at unlawful things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practice more than heavenly power permits.
Terminat hora diem; terminat auctor opus.

- Marlowe, Dr. Faustus

-- Blue Himalayan (bh@k2.y), February 11, 1999

Answers

Hey diddle diddle, Y2K is the riddle, don't get stuck in the middle playing tunes on a fiddle or you'll fry on the griddle.

-- dinosaur (dinosaur@williams-net.com), February 11, 1999.

Ha perfect, Dinosaur!

400 years of (d)evolution of expressiveness of the English langauge - Marlowe to Dinosaur in one thread!

-- Blue Himalayan (bh@k2.y), February 12, 1999.

:)

-- dinosaur (dinosaur@williams-net.com), February 12, 1999.

We have devolved to the point where our tools kill us. What geniuses!

-- Spidey (in@jam.com), February 12, 1999.

Spidey: AT least we didn't get the to point where our creations actively go after us (like all the "Terminator," "Borg", "Bersekrker", etc., science fiction scenarios.

-- a (A@AisA.com), February 12, 1999.